Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Faust,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.